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But for us our bread is weeping,

Kyrie Eleison.

Death-devoted in our home,

Sad we cross the salt sea's foam,

But death we bring where'er we roam,

Kyrie Eleison.

Whereso'er our steps are led,

They can track us by our dead,

Lying on their cold earth bed,

Kyrie Eleison.

We have sinned—in vain each warning—

Brother lived his brother scorning,

Now in ashes see us mourning,

Kyrie Eleison.

Heeding not our country's state,

Trodden down and desolate,

While we strove in senseless hate,

Kyrie Eleison.

We have sinned, but holier zeal

May we Christian patriots feel,

Oh! for our dear country's weal,

Kyrie Eleison.

Let us lift our streaming eyes

To God's throne above the skies,

He will hear our anguish cries,

Kyrie Eleison.

Kneel beside me, oh! my brother,

Let us pray each with the other,

For Ireland, our mourning mother,

Kyrie Eleison.

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OREMUS! Oremus! Look down on us, Father!

Like visions of Patmos Thy last judgments gather

The angels of doom, in bright, terrible beauty,